BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 75

...BUCINS...

...(.(.Need Love)...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 75...

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This morning on that day, I had to obey Andre's invitation to go to college together. I did it, in order to avoid the attention of Mbak Darmi to the presence of the figure of the man he just knew.

There weren't many conversations that we had, because almost every time Andre asked me to speak, I rarely responded or responded. Until I got to college, I kept it quiet.

"Alya, wait a minute. Don't go to class yet" Andre said as soon as we got off the motor vehicle. "I want to talk to you, Lya. Please, deh."

I remained silent.

After removing the helmet and putting it, hanging on the rearview motorbike rod, then rushed towards the campus room.

"Lya .. please, Lya!" call Andre chasing in the back. 

"What else, anyway?" I said while shaking the hand of the man who tried to block. "Gue is no longer in the mood to say anything like you, Ndre!"

Timpal Andre won't give up, "Yes, I know that, Lya. But at a minimum, you give me a reason to understand. What the hell is the problem?" He walked around me, then stood face to face. "Please, Yes. You just left Om Bram's house. The whole house nyariiin and nanyain you. While your own HP number is no longer active these days. You changed nope?"

I snorted annoyed. "Yes, why? Trouble for you?" tanyaku. 

I don't know, ever since I ran away from Om Bram's house, my innate tension has gone up. Is this a symptom of high blood pressure? Feeling, I rarely eat a lot of salty and savory. If the lunyu-lunyu kind of fried-fried, yes. 

Faced ferociously, jutek, cuek, to the point that no longer pinched, Andre still did not want to be taken heart. He never gave up and continues to pursue me until now.

"Whatever, anyway. That's your right, too, Lya" replied Andre slowly. "But, I still want to know, the reason you changed this way, why the hell? Did I do you wrong? Niacin? Whywain? Or ...."

"Well, you're conscious yourself. Everything you talk about is all! What I don't like the most, you've been lying to me all this time. Do you understand, Ndre? Huh uh?" I suddenly wanted to yell at him. No longer concerned with the gazes of the people passing by around the place. He looked at us with a strange look. Anyway, my feelings right now are really upset. The PMS schedule is long.

Andre gawked, but not until it looked bego. He looked at me deeply, reaching for this finger and grasping it tightly.

"We're talking somewhere else, yuk. Not here," the door is soft. "Whatever, you'll be there to do it too. Saying me, nagging, poking, or .. You want to slap me too, no problem. As long as you can calm down, Lya. All those grunts that you sniffed, you can vent with me. 'Where? Wanna, right?" asked Andre. "You need to, today we skipped college. I'll keep you, wherever you want to go."

Ih, very upset. Why the hell, this guy still insists on approaching me? Logically speaking, my annoying attitude since then, will definitely make it illfeel. In fact he didn't. Still sticking, like a caterpillar drinking powerglue glue.

But .. uh, lest Andre really put his heart on me, as said by Mbak Darmi earlier. Wasn't that expression of male love ever uttered first? It's been a while, anyway. I take that as a mere confession. Like, maybe the cinlok factor (love location). In fact now, he is very patient in facing and addressing my current turmoil.

"Sandre ...." Suddenly I slammed into his embrace. Dropped this face into the chest of the man who was still layered in a scented leather jacket exhaust vehicle.

"Eh, Alya," said Andre.

"T-please let go of his embrace, Alya," Andre hoped. "We're looking for a comfortable place to talk."

I'll obey immediately. Releasing this deck with a face down withered and did not dare to look up, because these tears will definitely be seen by him.

I really no longer care about the eyes of those around me. Surely they think we're doing a perverted or indecent scene. Though obviously already, right now I only need one hug someone who can offer all kinds of forms of grief in this heart.

Andre pulled this arm, going somewhere. I don't give a shit. Following the swing of the European-style men's stride to a place. Until then, I realized that he was taking me to a large and spacious room. General hall. Our usual place to hold a certain event. Slender. There's only the two of us here now.

So, what next? Forging a hug like that? No. gabe. Andre didn't give those signs. He instead let me sit in an elongated chair in the corner of the room.

"Speak now, Lya," said Andre after we sat side by side. "Pronounce the problem that you are facing. I'll help you answer, if you're the name and I know the answer."

Goddamnit! I am confused where to start. All the grids of questions that often haunt it, suddenly seemed to disappear just like that. Until then, this speech also asked, "What is true, if you are actually a boy from Om Bram, Ndre?"

I do not know how the reaction is drawn from the look of the face of the man with the face of the bule. I asked with my head bowed deeply.

The sound of Andre's sigh after hearing my question just now. Then not for how long, he deigned to answer, "You know about this ... definitely from Bi Mamas, yes?" 

I don't want to answer. Because what I want is an honest answer from him.

"Actually .. This has indeed been a long time since I have been quiet, Lya," said Andre began the story. "My relationship with Om Bram's family was not what it is today."

"You mean?" I was curious and this time began to dare to look to the side, looking at the man's face that looked turbid.

Andre continued to say, "Finally ... My mother and his wife Om Bram, Aunt Widya, never got along." He took a breath before continuing. "They always disagree."

"Why?" ask me further. "What is your relationship with Om Bram? So that Aunt Widya so .. I think ... Aunt Widya hates your mother so much. Om Bram cheating?"

Andre smiled bitterly. The answer is then, "So ... people's assessment of Mama and Om Bram all this time, like that, huh?"

"Where do I know" I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Partially, I just heard it from someone else's side."

"Bi Mamas?" asked Andre accompanied by a wry face.

"Who else?" I said honestly. "You think that's not really, is it?"

Andre nodded slowly. "Indeed, Alya," he answered hanging.

"Continue?" I'm getting curious about Andre's words.

The man took a deep breath. His gaze was fixed forward. Towards the empty place, a stretch of white ceramic floor shone in the light from the row of hall windows.

...SERIATE...